"No need," Qi Hanmo said indifferently, exuding a coldness that was thousands of miles away, "It's not uncommon for us to apologize verbally. ”

After the man finished speaking, he strode out of the office, Ye Zitao looked at his cold back and pinched his brow bone, I don't know why, since Dai Yuqing left in the morning, his heart was uneasy.

"Go get their surveillance out." Ye Zitao pinched his eyebrows and ordered, if he didn't tell him, he would find them.

No matter how bad it is, he can ask his uncle for help, and I believe he will find it soon.

The manager responded and hurriedly ran to the computer to call up the noon monitor, paused it on Dai Yuqing's face, and then enlarged the image.

"Huh?" The manager was surprised and leaned his head forward, "I didn't pay attention to it at noon because there were many things, but now I see how this girl is a little familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere." ”

"I think so too." Xiao Yue, who was standing on the side, said in a low voice, "I just saw that she dropped the soup plate carelessly." ”

The manager turned the computer screen to Ye Zitao on the side, "Mr. Ye, it was this girl who was burned." ”

Ye Zitao's eyes suddenly widened when he saw that face, and he shouted in disbelief, "Yuqing? ”

"You know?" The manager looked at him in surprise and asked suspiciously.

"She's my cousin, the daughter of the Dai family." Ye Zitao said as he turned his wheelchair and was about to go out.

When did this man Yuqing meet? He had seen almost all of her friends and classmates, and he remembered that there was no such person, and they had come here to eat alone.

"The daughter of the Dai family..."The manager stood in place and muttered, the previous news about the Dai family flashed in his mind, and he suddenly understood, no wonder it was so familiar.

Since it's a relative, this matter should be easy to solve.

"Mr. Ye, where are you going?" When the manager came back to his senses, Ye Zitao's wheelchair had already reached the door, so he hurriedly chased after him.

Ye Zitao's hand didn't stop, "I'm going to look for her, I don't know how her injuries are." ”

Since childhood, the physique has not been good, and the fine skin and tender meat that have been raised, a pot of hot soup spilled on the body must not be light.

The manager caught up with him and held the wheelchair, looking at him a little at a loss, and reminded, "Mr. Ye, don't panic first, should you ask Miss Dai which hospital she is in before you go?" ”

"Yes, yes," Ye Zitao stretched out his hand, "give me your phone." ”

The manager immediately took out his mobile phone and handed it over, and Ye Zitao directly pressed a few familiar numbers.

The phone rang for a while, and it was indeed Mrs. Dai who answered.

Mrs. Dai looked at the unfamiliar number, "Hey, which one?" ”

"Auntie, I'm Zitao," Ye Zitao responded, his tone a little anxious, "Which hospital is Yuqing in?" Is she okay? ”

"Hospital?" Mrs. Dai was a little confused when she heard it, and she didn't know why, "She called at noon and said that she met a friend and hasn't been home until now, Zitao, tell me if something happened to Yuqing?" ”

Ye Zitao closed his eyes, anxious like an ant on a hot pot, "She was burned while eating in my restaurant at noon, and I am also looking for her, aunt, you can call back the number she used, and tell me when you ask, and we'll talk about the rest." ”

"Okay, okay, I'll call and ask." Mrs. Dai didn't even bother to hang up the phone, picked up her mobile phone and found the number and dialed it.